(Permanent Musical Accompaniment To The Last Post Of The Week From The Blog's Second-Favorite Canadian.)

Thirty-five years ago this week, I caught the No. 15 bus from Worcester to Shrewsbury. It fishtailed going up the hill to my parents' house. It was the last bus to run on that route for three days. That was the Blizzard of 1978, which didn't have a cute name, but which damned near blew up the entire coastline and was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime event. Yeah, right.

By noon on Friday, Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick had announced that the roads would be closed at 4 p.m. and he threatened anyone who drove after that with a $500 fine and a year in jail. (Local TV -- all logo'ed and theme-music'ed up already -- then went out of its way to assure us that those penalties were merely a threat.) In 1978, that call got made pretty late in the game and we ended up with abandoned vehicles all over Route 128. So, give it 35 years, and two Storms of two different Centuries, and the Commonwealth (God save it!) will figure things out for itself. We have been under a Severe French Toast Alert -- Buy milk! Buy bread! Buy an indulgence! Buy more milk! -- for a couple of days now, so all the hunkering that needs to be done has been hunkered. But, sitting here waiting for the worst of a blizzard to rise over New England, I have only one real question.

Katherine Blaylock, a Memphis resident who opposes the name changes, defended Forrest and accused the council of trying to rewrite history. "Memphis has always been a racially divided city," Blaylock, 43, said after Tuesday's meeting. "It's been a big clash since way back when. We do what we can to come together and be a community, but the antagonists that keep bringing it out on both sides are the bad apples."

The idea that having a park named after a Confederate war criminal and the co-founder of the Klan is not divisive, but that pointing it out is, is one. Slaves! Klansmen! Both Sides Do It!

"Served the last ungrateful person in my life hopefully," Young posted to Facebook on Jan. 11. "I really hate dealing with the general public." "What an awesome feeling not to have to deal with all the tools and (expletive) in this town anymore," Young posted the same day. "To all my true friends that came out and supported us over the last year and a half thank you. To all the people of Racine and the government of Racine and the DRC go (expletive) yourselves!

Dude, your rage would have carried more weight without the Superman shirt.

There may be some weather-related posts over the next couple of days, because we are in the middle of what passes for history this week. In the meantime, you can use the comments here for any Nemo-related experiences you wish to share. I plan to spend the next couple of days behind a snow-blower, wondering what excuse congresscritters are going to come up with for stiffing the victims of this storm. (A massive and destructive blizzard just as the sequester fight really gears up. What can possibly go wrong with that?) Have a good weekend and be safe, ya bastids. May Jim Cantore stay away from your lawn.